Steamy Historical Romance Novels & Stories

In that case, all bets would be off. . . . . . THE END . . . . . Ember Casey is a USA Today bestselling author who writes books about wicked billionaires, Hollywood bad boys, playboy princes, and rugged adventurers. The other stories in her bestselling Fontaines of Hollywood series include The Lies Between the Lines (Luca's story!), The Secret to Seduction, The Mystery of You, and the Thrill of Temptation.

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Wearing nothing underneath, I stepped forward, taking the offered hand. Sarah drew me in, the water and steam wrapping me in warmth. My lover's face wore a soft, beautiful smile and I let my eyes run over the length of her body. My God, she was beautiful. She pulled me close, and my lips found hers. We pressed together, the length of her legs sliding against mine, my hands running over her wet skin. The sparse hair of her mound tickled against my thigh, and the swell of her hip pressed into my sex. The wetness there was from a completely different source, and I slid easily against her. Our breasts molded together, and Sarah's mouth moved to my neck.

EASTON March 2024—Oakdale City "Don’t look away from me.” A deep grunt left his parted lips as he thrusted his monster cock into my tired hole, fucking me with so much hate. "I want to see the look in your eyes as I take you apart, destroying you from inside out." I licked my lips, and a single tear broke free from my eyes. It felt as if I was going to die as Ilay keep pounding me with so much force, hitting the same spot over and over again.

“Is that all?? You can go ahead.” Naomi walked to the bookshelf and bent down. Her skirt lifted high, showing him the blue lace stretched over her ass. She dragged her finger slowly across the spines. “You have a nice collection,” she murmured, pulling one free. She flipped the pages, pretending to read. “Romance.” Her eyes flicked back to him. “Do you have something raw? Something erotic?” "Is that what you want to read?" Raymond asked. "Yeah," she replied. "I love reading erotic stories."

And when we tore apart, the fire in his stormy gray orbs that burned with the same heat, making a mess of my core. Trapped between his large, muscular arms, restraint clouded his features, the war in his eyes making my nipples jut against my sheer nightgown. “I won’t settle for one kiss.” I breathed between my panting. “Two kisses then. And two thrusts.” His smirk was a little too cunning, too wicked. Nothing good ever came from bargaining with my devil. But this once, would he let me win? My legs quivered from the lust burning under my skin. I stared at his lips, avoiding his eyes for fear of what I might find there.

Yes, but he wasn't the heat that lived under my skin. The intensity that made my knees give out and awoke my entire body...That was all Dominic. Still, Steven noticing me like that? My pussy did a little traitorous twitch... could it be that I was attracted to two men? ~~~~~ STEVEN'S POV She didn't even know what she looked like, and that was the crazy part, like fuck! Madeleine walked into the kitchen like an angel who stepped out of a lingerie commercial. Her body was a mix of hotness and that subtle innocence.

"Girls! I want your steamiest, slutiest fantasies. Every single one of them. Karen, you go first." Karen was eager, voice husky. "I would give anything to be tied up in a room filled with strange men. Naked by the way. Each of them taking turns on all my holes until I can't take anymore." She bit her lips, pressing her legs together to ease the ache in her snatch.

He made me ride him on one of the dining chairs, my tits bouncing in his face while I tried desperately not to moan too loudly. By the time we finally slowed down, I was a wrecked, cum-soaked mess. My robe was gone. My body was covered in his marks. My pussy was swollen and constantly leaking his multiple loads onto the expensive floor. Luca pulled me into his arms, kissing me deeply. “This is just the beginning,” he whispered. “Every night your husband goes to bed early, I’m going to be right here, fucking you in his kitchen, on his table, in his house.”

I whisper still feeling the sensation of his hands on my lips. “I’m twenty five.” He says and I nod still as I continue to gather my still scattered wits. “So I’m guessing you’re the owner of Sizzle and Steam right?” he asks and I nod “Just you alone? Because you mentioned a partner?” he prods and I shake my head “I own fifty percent of Sizzle and Steam. Cameron my partner owns the other fifty percent.” I explain.